Him

A box of cardboard, where he lives, with others,

Third to be named, mistake is necessary, after first and second.

Gave away himself for things, no regrets, for their happiness,

Things gave away him, no regrets, for their happiness.

All he wanted, why he expects, was no hatred,

All he got, free away, was no love.

Dragged by expectation, forcefully, of others,

Never clearly found, in, his ever.

Still he, from his heart, wants the foundation of expression expressed by the formula “Frown face – Anger face”,

What he receives, every time, is zero of the above formula.

Learns mistakes, everywhere, to adapt the new,

Often, nothing specified, called one.

Lives, not himself, for others,

Doesn’t yet, for others, exist

Life ends, no more word, here,

Say goodbye, leaving him alone, soon.